Continuing through burnout, exhaustion, flat being pissed off with the human race has made me feel like this. Just an embodiment of contained chaos slowly breaching my being. I do not know, sometimes, how to continue on. I feel surrounded by darkness of my own making yet, Im the container for all this chaos happening around my environment. I feel like I am not my own person but a vessel for everyone else’s trauma, mistakes, known personal fuck ups, therapist, advisor. Just an emotional vessel.
Acrylic & acrylic ink on canvas